Born in Bag 7, I started working as a pirate for the Bag 7 anarchists when I was 15 years old. In 3264, when the anarchists have been destroyed by the authorities, I rapidly fleed to 39 Serpentis, almost dead because of a brital decompression. There, an old merchant, Tom Hartler, took care of me. A dozen month later, he died during a pub fight, and I dicovered he had legged me his old Adder.

Now I transport travelers from a place to another